I don't know if it matters what she thinks or if she can ever accept me as I am now. My therapist says it matters how I view myself.

I know this. I know the pseudo-relationship I have with Brianna is unhealthy. Yet it's easier to get drawn in than to walk away and I want … crave an acknowledgment from her that I am every bit as deserving of her attention as I used to be.

And that's wrong every way I look at it.

Tucking the phone away without answering, I walk down the hallway towards my room. My thoughts drift to Todd and his sister. She doesn't seem like the moody, high maintenance type that Brianna is. Her concern for her brother is genuine, and she was pretty direct when we spoke. Without knowing much else about her except that I felt comfortable around her, I find myself anticipating the trip to diner again tomorrow with a smile.




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